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She stares into the distance
At nothing. At something.
Expecting sight to be rewarded with newness.
Queens have risen and died, kings have fallen,
In the time she took to realize
Her place was small.
Dogs do not look upon the fallen and weep.
She stood, to eternally be.
Just that, to be.
What did she stand to do?
She reached down,
And helped her neighbor to his feet.

The world is dark and dim and shifting,
Beneath a quiet shell uplifting.
In the silence one was calling
She stopped to listen…
Heard leaves falling.
Almost footsteps, ones behind her.
Turned to look and heard survivors,
Still living echos of her own,
So cold and far away from home.
On her way, walking faster now.
Down a path to the edge of town,
Where the world, dark and dimming,
In its shadows with mysteries brimming.
None may see her final flight,
If safely home, or had to fight.
Those footsteps she once heard before,
Were her own, but something more.
For reaching from her twilight shadow,
Her reflection from graves shallow.
Grasping at her ankles so,
It may not have to let her go.
Then turning slowly back to see
What has gripped so desperately,
Then looking into that shadows face,
None but her own would take its place.
She is it, and it the shadow.
The day is done and she’s left hollow.
The world is dark and dim and shifting.
Beneath this shell that is uplifting,
There is one, who in silence calls,
Waiting for another, who, listening, falls.

There are those who watch our souls from beyond the shadows and behind the vacancy of night, who, wishing to become one and unbeknownst to us, plot to enter and twist the silent minds laid before them, that lay unguarded, for their foolish owners dare not believe in the thieves that threaten at every turn.
Where shadows speak the spirit longs to flee and I with them, for who knows the length of arm the ones who reach into the soul?

She reaches out her hand to know
Everything that you are so,
Will you be more than the surface, shallow?
Or in your “holier than thou” wallow?
She’s merely wanting acceptance to find her,
And someone who isn’t so shallow; kinder.
She has always been strong enough to walk alone.
But she continues to look for that someone to bring home.
In the lonely nights she smiles,
Knowing her stay,
Is only for a short while.

The lights are slowly lowered,
And now approaches night.
Our days on earth are numbered,
Before our final flight.
We surrender to the dreaming,
The place ones mind finds rest,
And so many of us take to scheming,
Foggy judgment saying we know best.
In times like these I’m tempted to wonder,
But I don’t have to wonder because I know.
Believing the answer is so much farther,
But reaching out is all we must do.

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ChainsawPenguin is a collection of some of my writings, mostly poems, that I've put together based on content. Please share any comments, criticism, or questions you may have as I would love to hear from you and I would be appreciative of the feedback.
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-Lee